Well Well Well.... Here I am writing my first blog!
I promised my wife (yes I am happily married since 3 months and 9 days)that I will start blogging from 9th but did not specify the year or the month.
Well I learnt it the hard way as what happens when you act smart in front of your wife... do you want to know what she did? Well, I would love to tell it to you, but I would be in even bigger trouble... so i'll let it rest for now and let you onto it as days progress.
My name is Vidya Sagar which means an Ocean of Knowledge! Well, to be honest I am an ocean in which the knowledge has sunk... I am still deep diving for it and i'll let you know when I find it.
My name has quite a story... My birth caused quite a commotion in my family as I was the only male child. Everyone in the family wanted to name me...what started as normal name suggestions turned into a battle of ego's. My 89 year old great grand mother (ggm) stood up from her cot and using all the strength she could muster ... yelled... well not yell exactly... she muttered SILENCE to her 65 year old son... my grand father.
She suggested that everyone should think of a name and should return in one week. They should write the name in a paper and put it in a bowl. She would pick one chit and that name would be my name!
Well... for that one week I was call little nobody... I was waiting eagerly for the week to end so that I would be named... you see I was anxious, I was tired of winning the competition (100,000 sperm and I was the fastest) and God wanted to reward me... but he could not as I did not have a name yet.
The week passed (I slept through it, I was tired you see) and the D-day arrived... My ggm acted importantly and started walking towards the bowl of chits. She started her 20 step journey in the morning and reached late in the afternoon. She picked one chit and gave it to her son who loudly said... this child here shall no longer be called little nobody... he will from now be called "vidya sagar".....well at least that is what he hoped. Well everyone calls me SAGAR... if you call me vidya sagar, I am guaranteed to ignore you.
So are you thinking why did I title this post as "Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive."
I did it because it's my blog and I liked the title :p. Now don't start taking it seriously.
I promised my wife (yes I am happily married since 3 months and 9 days)that I will start blogging from 9th but did not specify the year or the month.
Well I learnt it the hard way as what happens when you act smart in front of your wife... do you want to know what she did? Well, I would love to tell it to you, but I would be in even bigger trouble... so i'll let it rest for now and let you onto it as days progress.
My name is Vidya Sagar which means an Ocean of Knowledge! Well, to be honest I am an ocean in which the knowledge has sunk... I am still deep diving for it and i'll let you know when I find it.
My name has quite a story... My birth caused quite a commotion in my family as I was the only male child. Everyone in the family wanted to name me...what started as normal name suggestions turned into a battle of ego's. My 89 year old great grand mother (ggm) stood up from her cot and using all the strength she could muster ... yelled... well not yell exactly... she muttered SILENCE to her 65 year old son... my grand father.
She suggested that everyone should think of a name and should return in one week. They should write the name in a paper and put it in a bowl. She would pick one chit and that name would be my name!
Well... for that one week I was call little nobody... I was waiting eagerly for the week to end so that I would be named... you see I was anxious, I was tired of winning the competition (100,000 sperm and I was the fastest) and God wanted to reward me... but he could not as I did not have a name yet.
The week passed (I slept through it, I was tired you see) and the D-day arrived... My ggm acted importantly and started walking towards the bowl of chits. She started her 20 step journey in the morning and reached late in the afternoon. She picked one chit and gave it to her son who loudly said... this child here shall no longer be called little nobody... he will from now be called "vidya sagar".....well at least that is what he hoped. Well everyone calls me SAGAR... if you call me vidya sagar, I am guaranteed to ignore you.
So are you thinking why did I title this post as "Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive."
I did it because it's my blog and I liked the title :p. Now don't start taking it seriously.
